The wearied soul does not sleep
He does not find a moments rest
For, he has not done enough
The man made law has put him to test
Nor has he collected all his treasures yet
A test of love and faith and truth
This test was Not
The test was lust, flesh, and want
Again led to fall short of his own needs
To these that wait in faith, love, and truth
A lively Kingdom awaits
Murders, drunkenness, and hatred has no place
Taking the hand of another here
Time to hear, laugh, and deeply care
Let the days we share now be called
Everlasting
They aren’t moments, months, or years
but Everlasting
The one, Everlasting Joy and the other
Everlasting Hate